Martin was an occasional life drawing tutor, i.e. he was a full time tutor who rarely had to bother with us part-timers, but due to an oversight with the timetable it was discovered that we needed a further six drawing sessions and he was the only one available.
He set up the model, instructed us to draw very large on joined-together pieces of paper, and include what was behind the model in the rest of the room. While we drew he walked round and stood behind each of us in turn, commenting or not as he chose – after five minutes in silence behind me I couldn’t decide whether he was stunned with admiration or didn’t know where to start with the criticism, so tended to ignore him.
He had a reputation for being over-attentive to the younger female students (one of the reasons he was so dismissive of our class – we were mostly mature students.) Bob the well-endowed milkman had told me of an occasion in another class where he had been posing: “one lad was really good but Martin just criticised him all the time. But another lass, very pretty, he put his arm round her and said “this is really quite promising ... but if you look carefully you’ll see he actually only has two arms””
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